Stuart Miller-Osborne

Agnes A would often sit at her garden table As the air became warm in the emerging hours She would drink cinnamon coffee from a bright earth mug And think of her guitar heroes both alive and dead Unlike other girls her hair was jet black and cut quite short She had a nude likeness of […]

I have befriended a boy named Jesus and we often walk together But I really want to fuck his incredibly beautiful mother I have tried to keep my friend onside by showing him my tits But he is not interested and treats me as a cherished companion I often fake accidents so that his mother […]

Ninety-Nine Dreams and one might belong to you

I often think that if I was a girl That I would be a lesbian Or at least bat for both sides As men on the whole are pigs And are only really interested in themselves No matter how nice they are at the beginning Women are different as they are gentle and comforting And function […]

The birdcage hung lazily from the branch of mish musk tree It was quite vacant as its door was broken A number of birds flew busily around the small cage And disturbed its deep pink blossom without theatre

On the day before he moved from his birth town The orange and green plant confessed her love She said that her name was Saartje Specx And would be glad if Carlo would share her life

When I was very ill I decided to say goodbye to all my friends But found out that they had all moved from their houses on the hill It was then that I decided to get better and make new friends I hired a large orchestra to celebrate the occasion

Hypnosis is the shortcut to your heart   I said to the orange and green plant in the window But it ignored me which I considered a little rude I passed it every morning on my way to the railway station And saw it again as my train crossed the bridge I have read that orange […]

Of late I have suffered from a common cold Which has laid me quite low I have not been a pleasant person And have thrown your cutlery into ditches But now the fever is passing And I have found a colourful plant Which is feathery to the touch It is waiting for you on our […]

When visiting a market garden I was given a petal from an unidentified flower And was told to eat it quite slowly So that I could enjoy its deep flavour It tasted bitter at first but this soon faded And slowly its beauty overwhelmed me Since that day I have collected light blue petals